Chapter 26: Food For Thought

One. Two. I counted as I carefully picked the eggs up from the carton thinking that they might crack open if I were to squeeze a little harder.

What if Mariam and I decided to get a divorced in the future? If we got married in the first place that is. I then grabbed a white ceramic bowl off the shelf above the kitchen sink and placed it on the counter top beside the eggs.

Who would take care of our child? (If we had a child too) Would it be her? Because it has always been the mother when it comes to these sort of things, right? I took one of the eggs and cracked round the middle of the shell using the edge of the bowl. With the right amount of force, I then pierced my thumb into the crack before splitting the shell into two pieces, oozing out the meaning of perfection. Of course, everything could turn out perfect if they were to be done neatly.

Would she start dating? Would she find someone new to support and take care of her and our child? Maybe. Perhaps. Well I would do that. I pulled the top drawer out and tried searching for a fork or anything that could beat the eggs together. Preferably a fork. I picked a spoon instead.

Would she still love me deep down in her heart? Would there be a chance for us to get back together again? The cube of butter started melting on the heated frying pan and when I felt ready, I began pouring the beaten eggs in a circular motion, covering the whole diameter of the pan. I then added a pinch of salt and pepper.

Thinking about possibilities or rather, your future life, was what I personally loved to do. It kept me on my feet despite knowing the things that might possibly happen to me were going to be far far away from now. In a way, it was also good to know that. Plenty of time to plan and prevent the dreadful future from happening. How? Well much like trying not to a jeopardise a mission in outer space, I paid close attention to what I did, starting from the day of the thought itself, but surely there must be some things that cannot be prevented. Like it was meant to happen. Like it was only in His hands.

The eggs were almost done and using the newly bought spatula from IKEA, I slowly folded it twice before transferring it onto a big plate with rice, spilled with curry and meat cubes, and a little bit of fried spinach at the sides.